I've still got his black and blue jockstrap. One of my favorites. It still reminds me of how fucking sexy he was, and how sexy he made me feel. He wore that jockstrap, and so did I.
For weeks after our break up, I would jizz in that sweet jockstrap. Then stash it away for another day, and another jizz...
I love how it feels and smells. Some days, I'll take it out and shove it in my face and inhale deeply. Nothing like the smell of crusty, creamy cum in a jockstrap...
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